When I breathe in, my lungs fill wet
and stop on something hard.
A coil spring or hammer head that floats beside my heart.
It's how I know I'm new to this,
like peace beneath the stars.


Fearful water's fingers thread
through notches of my spine,
brushing loving energies and touching deep and wide.
Stuck between the search for more
and breathing life inside.


So when my strength stops searching out
and rests to smell the blue,
the hand that covers nose and mouth will make my silence true.
And sink me down in broken thoughts
screaming with my eyes for you.